Back to sloth and sleeping bingesSelf defeating outburst, cringesThoughts gets rusty, creaky hingesLost that box of clean syringesStuck to the ceiling I'm in viewCan't shake the notion I'm becoming youThe look from above same as belowSign up for high, free dose of lowThe Jig is up, I'm the oneManipulate the ones I loveLight my path, reveal the beaconWhere's my balanceCan't stop thinkingStopI wear soul on my sleeve at nightSearching for substanceI lose control of my autonomic mindWaiting for the impulseAnd I saw the rage burning in your eyesYour thoughts intangibleFollow me down, we'll get paralyzedAround the winding roadHang on, hang onDon't lose composure nowHang on hang onFeed into the miracleDon't be fucking cynicalHang on, hang onDon't lose composure nowHang on hang onGirl don't be so difficultCome here let's get physicalSinus pressureGetting olderI like weight upon my shouldersHere I live inside this cdTell your friends he's super creepyWeirded outA simple human confused by wordsArrange and move themInto spaces no apparent meaningEat this song your ears are greedyCut out this conversation, desperation, nowLosing admiration, holding onto accidentsWhat have I done?What have I done?That calls for your attention?What have I done?What have I done?That keeps you hanging on?I can turn it off againI can smile on a whimI can make believe in himThe function in the algorithm